Everyone would be coming back from school, we had decided that we would tell everyone then, apart from George and Angelina whom Fred had screamed it at within an hour of finding out, which then meant we had a talk about when we would tell people. So there we sat in the Weasley house waiting for everyone to get back from the station, and though nothing was as bright as it had been with Dumbledore's passing hanging above everyone's heads, we would still go ahead, not wanting to delay it too long for fear of delaying too long and someone figuring it out before we said anything.
It was eerily quiet at the burrow, almost all of the Weasleys had gone to Diagon alley after Ron and Ginny arrived off of the train, though I hadn't wanted to walk around in Fred's jumper which was the only item of clothing I was comfortable wearing that didn't cling to my stomach and it didn't make me overheat despite it being mid-july. Having both decided that it would be best just to come out and say it, we would announce it as soon as we could gather everyone into one room, which given the number of people involved would be much more difficult than it sounded. I would tell my own parents the following day when both Fred and I went to visit, but I was going to tell them as soon as I arrived, to gauge the situation before we got trapped.
So there we were, awaiting the tell tale green flames, dread and excitement mixing in my stomach, adding to the nausea that had already settled there. My sweaty hand gripping Fred's, surely I shouldn't have been that nervous, the Weasley's would accept the child no doubt and would help us in any way they could, Mrs Weasley would be overjoyed at the prospect of having a baby around having voiced her feelings on having all of her children almost fully grown many times, we would be okay. Right?
Before I could go further into depth in my paranoid train of thought the fireplace illuminated as the family began to step from the flames, after nearly five minutes of trying to keep everyone in the room while others arrived they all stood gathered together in the small space, staring expectantly at the two of us who were blocking the exit. I felt Fred shift beside me, an awkward movement that drew the rooms attention away from me for which I was grateful, he looked at me as I tried to force the words past my lips, it wasn't working, they stayed stuck.
Fred once again grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm pregnant and we're keeping it and it's due in February." The words sprang out of my mouth, my face flushing I turned and walked out of the room, leaving the Weasley's all with mouths wide at the revelation, Fred glued to his spot as I made my way to what I knew was his and George's room, closing the door behind me. That was not at all how I had wanted to tell them, maybe I could obliviate them. That would certainly make the terrible feeling in my gut disappear, but then I would have to tell them again and I didn't want to put that much pressure on myself twice.
Fred appeared in the doorway, looking at me with pity when he saw the look that was plastered to my face which apparently was one of shock and despair. "Well that went well," he sat down beside me on the bed as I payed back with my head now in his lap. "Mum still likes to whack me upside the head when I mess up." He stated it as though he was still a student who hadn't gotten the grades they were able to get, rubbing his left ear that was turning red where the apparent blow had fallen. "She still thinks you are a little angel though," because obviously I made this baby all by myself," it drew a chuckle, "but hey, we still have your parents to look forward to." In a second my stomach filled with dread again, this was going to be fun.
"I guess it could be worse?"